Good morning they write
and add icons of smiles
but for me it's the morning of longing

The silence last night
that wounded my heart
pervaded to all my belonging

Your portrait of blues
The sweater you lose
Your laughter which echoes around me

The things you have said
whether good ones or bad
You left me behind like a dummy

I know you'll be back
like you always have done
and your grins will once more paint my wall

Like the icons of smiles
that they add to their writing
Like a soul that attached to a soul






To- Martha Waits